I think the Cardinals are most likely going to find out why they weren’t expected to get past the first round of the playoffs (could be ugly), and unfortunately the Steelers will get their 6th Lombardi trophy. On the other hand the Cardinals are seriously peaking, so they could certainly pull off the upset. I hope the Cardinals win, as hard as that is to say, but I’d rather they win than for the Steelers to get that #6.

I think common wisdom dictates that the Steelers win, but I’m not so sure.

Ward will be playing with a brace on his knee. Holmes, I’m guessing, will be permanently shadowed by Rodgers-Cromartie, who has the speed and size to stay on him. Roethlisberger reportedly had an MRI on his back last week. He’s a tough boy, but that PIT O-line is porous and Big Ben goes down a lot - he’ll be playing through pain (and believe me Adrian Wilson knows he likes to roll out left and would love to make that hit). FWP hasn’t been that big a factor this season and I don’t see that happening Sunday. Heath Miller is going to have to be a big part of the gameplan.

The real question is - can the PIT defense cover up Fitz, Boldin and Breaston? That’s a scary defense up there but Warner is the best QB in the league facing the blitz, Somebody’s going to get free, and if this turns into a shootout - AZ wins.

He who is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind -Chamfort

By god’s balls, this forum is sinking to ever more putrid and foul-smelling depths.
We are now discussing sweaty, illiterate clods that chase after a ball for no good reason at all.
This erstwhile tabernacle of reasoned and lively debate is now a sepulcher where only the occasional ghost of the enlightenment travels through and shakes his ethereal head in disgust as he tries to parry the numerous vulgar and common exclamations that are thrown about, with the temerity that is so typical of the dull and the wicked, like so much offal, in this sad hovel of a forum.

What’s next; a lengthy and heated discussion about those NASCAR morons between Skeeter and Billy-Bob-Joe-Zeek, or the sparkling details of the last Monster truck extravaganza in Possumdick, Idaho?

Pshaw, I say.
Enough with this foolishness, humbuggery and fiddlesticks about sports persons.

Now let’s get back to debating the nobler and more culturally relevant issues of our time such as the pros and cons of an impromptu alfresco autoerotic asphyxiation session.

By god’s balls, this forum is sinking to ever more putrid and foul-smelling depths.

The only putrid foulness I am able to smell at this time, is that which wafts from your bitter jealousy of these finely tuned athletic machines.

We are now discussing sweaty, illiterate clods…

They are ALL illiterate, right? Every last one of them! I detect some very poorly disguised jealousy attempting to hide behind your insults.

...that chase after a ball for no good reason at all.

No good reason? I believe they chase after that ball to honor their contracts, in which they are paid millions of dollars (of which you are clearly jealous).

This erstwhile tabernacle of reasoned and lively debate is now a sepulcher where only the occasional ghost of the enlightenment travels through and shakes his ethereal head in disgust as he tries to parry the numerous vulgar and common exclamations that are thrown about, like so much offal, in this sad hovel of a forum, with the temerity that is so typical of the dull and the wicked.

Vulgar and common exclamations such as “by god’s balls” come to mind…hmmm, I wonder where I heard that?

What’s next; a lengthy and heated discussion about those NASCAR morons between Skeeter and Billy-Bob-Joe-Zeek, or the sparkling details of the last Monster truck extravaganza in Possumdick, Idaho?

More insults, in a futile attempt to mask your bitter jealousy of the copious amounts of money that Skeeter makes from simply driving a car real fast, or the money that Billy-Bob-Joe-Zeek makes from one Wheaties commercial.

Pshaw, I say.
Enough with this foolishness, humbuggery and fiddlesticks about sports persons.

Good God, you are so jealous…..can you possibly make it any more obvious?

Now let’s get back to debating the nobler and more culturally relevant issues of our time such as the pros and cons of an impromptu alfresco autoerotic asphyxiation session.

That’s a scary defense up there but Warner is the best QB in the league facing the blitz ...

It seems to me he’s more vulnerable to an effective blitz than most top QBs. He just doesn’t get a lot of effective blitzing in the NFC West, though since Singletary’s come aboard the Niners are looking a lot better.

“We say, ‘Love your brother…’ We don’t say it really, but… Well we don’t literally say it. We don’t really, literally mean it. No, we don’t believe it either, but… But that message should be clear.”—David St. Hubbins

By god’s balls, this forum is sinking to ever more putrid and foul-smelling depths.

The only putrid foulness I am able to smell at this time, is that which wafts from your bitter jealousy of these finely tuned athletic machines.

Wit is not really your thing, is it Josh?

Well, what can we expect from an adult who wears a baseball cap backwards.
But please, don’t let me keep you. I am sure your Lay-Z-Boy is eagerly awaiting the imprint of your fat ass.
I hear you have the DeLuxe version, the one with the rectangular opening, not unlike a trough, where the right armrest would normally be, that needs to be filled with artificial,melted, glow-in-the-dark, American cheese which you can scoop up with your right hand (no chips needed, that would be elitists) while your left hand is reaching for the Vaseline bottle so you can spastically jerk off as you watch men in tights jumping all over each other.

I don’t care that you are a mincing, screeching queen Josh.
Just come out and jump into this gay thing. Dick first.
And stop being such a hypocrite.

That’s a lot of speculation based on nothing more than the position of my cap, and my proclivities to watch football. So how would the content of your post be altered, if my cap was turned forward, or off center, or to the side? Please elucidate, my dear embittered geriatric.

And although I am not gay myself, please enlighten me as to why you say “mincing screeching queen” as if it were a BAD thing. I’m sure that the gay community eagerly awaits your response as much as I do.

BTW, Sander (my not-so-young-and-spry friend), I contend that one could postulate that your accusation of an alternative sexual orientation on my part, namely homosexuality, may be seen as overcompensation for the fact that you yourself are afflicted with the aforementioned alternative biological predisposition.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean it’s fine if that’s who you are. So be honest, Sander: do you look at Neal Patrick Harris the same way that I look at Jennifer Aniston?

BTW, Sander (my not-so-young-and-spry friend), I contend that one could postulate that your accusation of an alternative sexual orientation on my part, namely homosexuality, may be seen as overcompensation for the fact that you yourself are afflicted with the aforementioned alternative biological predisposition.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean it’s fine if that’s who you are. So be honest, Sander: do you look at Neal Patrick Harris the same way that I look at Jennifer Aniston?

Oh sweet Lord, something truly dull-witted this way comes.
What humorless cunt slouches towards the Sam Harris forum waiting to bore us all to death?

Why, I do declare, it be Josh.

I have no idea who Mr. Neal Harris is and I will hang my balls in a blender and push ‘puree’ before I could be bothered to Google this, doubtless, abhorrent and debased turd.

I’ll venture a guess though.
I bet he is someone who can throw, or kick some pig-skinned projectile really, really well.

There is no shame in being stupid and shallow Josh.
All I ask is that you keep your vacuous piffle off this pristine forum.

I am sure that there is a re-run of American Gladiator on the TV for your amusement.
You will enjoy it. I have been told that they wear lots of red, white and blue.

So, get comfy, close the blinds in your trailer as not to get that irritating glare of the setting Oklahoma sun on your TV screen and open a six-pack of Bud light or whatever piss it is that you are partial to and fart and belch to your heart’s content, as these picturesque retards go at it.

By Christ’s scrotum, you sure are a sorry, simpleminded anal wart masquerading as a bipedal primate.

I have no idea who Mr. Neal Harris is…..I’ll venture a guess though. I bet he is someone who can throw, or kick some pig-skinned projectile really, really well.

Wrong. Mr. Harris is not a football player, but thanks for playing, old fart. He is an actor, and an openly gay man. You may have seen him on TV, playing the famous role of Doogie Howser, M.D. Yeah, that’s the guy. Or haven’t you heard of Doogie either? Hey Bruce, you can update that score to 17-17 now.

Wrong. Mr. Harris is not a football player, but thanks for playing, old fart. He is an actor, and an openly gay man. You may have seen him on TV, playing the famous role of Doogie Howser, M.D. Yeah, that’s the guy. Or haven’t you heard of Doogie either?

That is truly fascinating.
Since I don’t watch television I’ll just file this crucial bit of information under ‘I’ for ‘I couldn’t possibly give a fuck less’.

If you can put your infatuation with gay celebrities aside for a moment and do that most horrid of all things and take an introspective glimpse at your pitiful and utterly useless existence, it might occur to you that the attempts at humorous remarks your are spraying all over the poor readers of this thread are nothing but the delirious, verbal diarrhetic squirts of a scrofulous warthog squealing for attention.